Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1887-10-13
I. VA, THURSDAY, OCTOBER l3, 1887.

Ainsley Arbuthnot's keen ewes
had swept in an instant over the
white satin gown, with the mental
observation;
"Overdressedm
They rested now upon the slender.
little figure in the soft, rich.colorcd
cashmere, and they lighted with
genuine admiration.
81 am pleased TO make Your ac-
quaiutanee, Miss Weir he said.
with that quiet yet impressive man.
ner which is such a valuable gift.
Sybil murmurcd something, but
her eyelids fell before that magnetic
glance.
How handsome he was, and how
perfectly self-possessedl IL was no
wonder that Evelyn was always
talking about Ainslcy Arbulhnot.
He was rich, too, they said
though Sybil thought very little
about wealth, save as some far-awav
thing which she would probably
never possess in all her lifetime.
The progressive angling went
on at Mrs. Bayard's, where Sybil
felt rs though she were in fairy
land, among flowers and fragrance.
and parti-colorcd lights, that shonc
on a crowd of elegantly dressed
men and women, who moved about
in scene of rare beauty and splen.
dor.
"NIust / fish tooi" Sybil asked.
nervouSly, rs she looked shyly at
the superb cut.glass bowls, in which
artificial goldfish were swimming
in perfumcd water. IL would
rather not"
Don't bc afraid, +" said Arthbuth
not, kindly. "T'hcy allmake botch.
cs of it,"
Aren't you going TO fish, Ar.
buthnot;" called out an exquisite
youth, who wore primrose and an
eye. glass. "lts no end OF Lark,
pom honor! It's such fun TO sec
those stupid lutte tin things wrig.
glew
"Is it, reallyi" said Arbuthnot.
with imperturble gravity, while the
| speaker began TO dangle his absurd
little line in the water
"Do you know what that makes
me think Off" he continued, in a
low tone, which only Sybl heard
at reminds me Of definition which
/ once heard given for fishing rod
Ia stick with worm at one end
and fool at the other"
Sybil broke outinto a merry laugh,
which made Evelyn turn around to
see what the fun was.
Won't you try nowi" said Mr..
Arbuthnot There arc not very
many people at the table"
"Yes," said Evelyn, sweetly; "let
Us try now, by all means. Do you
know, Mr.. Arbuihnot, there is to
be a german after the fishing, and
we ladies have TO fsh our partners
out of yonder bowli"
"IIow momentous" Arbuthnot
exclaimed 81 hope heaven may
be kind to me-"
Evelyn smiled at him, and Sybil,
having a sense Of being in the way
moved toward the table.
"Come, ladiesw cried the youth
with the eye glass. "There are as
good fish in the sea as ever yet were
caught"
"Allow mew said Dick Travcrs.
a brother Of The hostess, to whom
Sybil had been presented, and She
found herself in possession OF one
Of the gilded willow rods, which
were gaily adorned with bows Of
ribbon.
She cast in her line, and almost
Immediately the others were cast
along. side
81 am fishing for you, Miss Weir"
said Dick, boldly. 81 want a good
partner, and you look as though
/ you danced divinely."
q" ] am very fond Of II" Sybil said.
modestly; "but ] don't know much
about the german. think / should
be almost afraid 10 try"
Evelyn frowned and biz her lips.
/ What fool the girl wasl
"Why, Sybiln she said, pcttishly.
you are fishing on my side. ]
want the little fat fish. I'm sure he's
got something nice in him"
"You are welcome 10 him, I'm
sure" said Sybil, abandoning her
game very pleasantly I'D rather
have that slim little fellow Perhaps
he hasn't anything in him, and then
I shall be allowed Co. look on"
"Aha!" cried Dick, whose skilled
hand had hooked up the fEAefsh.
"What have we got here' ~.
Amy, what IS No. i7-gcrI hman' s
prizet
"YoD dance with Miss Irwin.
said Mrs. Bayard, putting box into
her brOther's hand
Dick groancd
"Never mind" said Arbuthnot.
laughing. 1--WE are only going to
have six figures. Let Us see what
you have got"
Dick produced very pretty
leather pocket-book, which they
were all admiring, when Miss Eve
Iyn.s cry oftfiumph riyited attention
on herself
give got himw she exclaimed.
lifting thc fat fish out OF The water
But great was her clagrn when
she found that 10 contained no prize
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